

Untitledyour hatred punctures my heart like a spear Telling me everything i didnt want to hear constantly complaing Yet continuing to apoligize Is your purpose in this life to torment me with lies? I'm never going to be good enough Your demands are just to trying The only thing i'm good at is getting raped, or crying Yes, i cry alot But can you really blame me? The times in life that hurt me the most are constantly replaying My mind is like a broken record It skips the same note but will i ever fix this machine? The chances are remote I say one thing and feel anUntitled
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~ If history is to change. Let it change.If the world is to be destroyed,so be it.If its my fate to die,I must simply laugh. ~
wait...is this mine?
whatever ^_^ YO!!!!!!!!!
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Poetry Is Suicide In Words
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